William Shakespeare quote #257 from Shakespeare's Sonnets
Shall I compare thee to a summers day Thou art more lovely and more temperate Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May And summers lease hath all too short a date Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines And too often is his gold complexion dimmd And every fair from fair sometimes declines By chance or natures changing course untrimmd By thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest Nor shall Death brag thou wanderst in his shade When in eternal lines to time thou growest So long as men can breathe or eyes can see So long lives this and this gives life to thee.